I feel the darkness closing around me. Like im trapped in a box with a lock that keeps my freedom captive, you are my golden key; the one thing that can set me free. I can’t seem to find you in my pile of black dead skeletons, i have NO strength, I can’t move, i feel like an antelope trying to get away from a very fast, adrenaline filled cheetah. I can’t escape the devil’s grasp. the feeling of his claws wrapped around my neck. The pain makes me give in to his mild works of evil, as i try to say  “NO!” he digs his claws in deeper busting a blood vessel.
   The grasp is so tight i feel my heart slowing down as the blood slowly stops flowing, i feel my breath getting shorter, and soon enough i stop breathing . My body is cold, I’m pale white, everything is lonely, lifeless, and dead. But its so peaceful, almost as peaceful as falling asleep to the sounds of waves crashing against the shore. You did this to me; you left me in the dark and along with my feelings i died.